Break-ups happen, and they suck. After six years - five dancing around the topic and one actually dating - my boyfriend breaks it off with me. There's no emotion, no explanation, and no closure. He's in the middle of his missionary program, too, so I legit can't drive over and demand to know why. The closest I can do is go on a road trip to find ingredients for a ritual, for which I found the instructions, to heal my heartbreak and move on. It'll take 2 weeks to go to Alexandria, Savannah, and then finally in Santa Monica, where I make the potion and perform the ritual under the new moon. I'm not sure if it'll work completely, but fingers crossed, it'll stop me from always thinking about my ex. Coincidentally, I pick up a cute hitchhiker - a church girl who goes by Nevie, amps her churchsona on Sundays, and acts like her serious self for the rest of the week. We're getting along like a house on fire, just until I drop off at her destination in Sacramento. It's a great idea in the beginning, but the more time I spend with Nevie, the less I'm okay about the plan. (lowkey im probably attracted to her but i dont wanna face it so shh) My name's Meredith Sourd, and I'm spending 2 weeks getting myself out of this rabbit hole.